Chapter 1902: Lecture (2/4)

Shortly after Shiraitsu got into the small room and became addicted to the game, the major who watched the battle between Shiraitsu and Lieutenant Rip through the surveillance device stood up.

"Lieutenant Rip has completed her task, then it's up to us."

Slightly tilting his head, the major looked at the colleagues who lined up in front of him, and then began the general mobilization speech before the war.

"Masters, I like war."

The first pass is a statement, introspection, and confirmation.

"Masters, I like war."

The second time, it was resonance, call, and tribute.

"Zhujun, I like war the most!"

The third time is shouting, singing, and praise!

"Like annihilation! Like blitz! Like combat! Like defensive battle! Like siege! Like breakthrough battle! Like defeat battle! Like sweep battle! Like retreat battle! Plain! Street! Trench! Grassland! Frozen soil! Desert! Sea! Sky! Mud! Wetlands! I like all battlefields in this world!"

The major gathered his hands slowly, expressing his love for war with a passionate voice, and then under the gaze of all the ministries with a greasy smile, he recalled the wars they had experienced together in the past.

"Slightly (harmony for some reason)"

With his right hand held flat, it attracted everyone's attention like a black hole, and the grinning major's eyes revealed joy that everyone could see: "Masters, I look forward to war, a war like hell."

With his left hand raised, madness gradually flowed out of the major's eyes: "Zhujun! Follow my comrade-in-arms, Junjun, what the **** are you longing for?"

"Hope for a more fierce war? Looking forward to a war that is merciless like dung? Looking forward to the end of an iron wind and thunder, and the crows that killed three thousand worlds, like a battle like a rainstorm?"

With his hands raised high above his head, the voice of the major spread all over the hall, and then he responded to him with a uniform cry from everyone in the millennium brigade!

"Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! (German. War)"

After a series of crazy shouts, the major happily affirmed everyone's thoughts: "Good, then war!"

"It's time for us to accumulate the strength of our body to wave our clenched fists, but for us who have endured for half a century in the depths of the darkness, ordinary wars cannot satisfy us at all."

Gradually clenching his hands, the major explained the status quo to the crowd, and then the major suddenly stretched out his left hand, making a deafening cry: "Great war! A dedicated war!"

Everyone's breathing became rapid, and they looked at the major who was gradually rising with the help of the mechanical platform, and there were longing and admiration in their eyes!

"We are just a big team, a group of past soldiers defeated."

The voice of the major suddenly became low, but everyone could feel that the hidden voice was a horrible thing that could upset the whole world!

"But I firmly believe that Zhu Jun is a soldier who has been on the battlefield for thousands of years, so we and Zhu Jun will become a legion with a total strength of one million!"

The voice gradually increased, and the major showed a fierce look, that was the expression of crushing everything in front of him!

"The guys who drove us to the oblivious other side who were sleeping soundly woke up, grabbed their hair, pulled them out, opened their eyes to remind them, reminded them of the taste of fear! reminded them of our military boots Terrible sound! Remind them that there are still things in the gap between heaven and earth that their philosophy cannot explain!"

The Crimson Moon hangs high in the air, the engine roars, driving the Zeppelin fleet destined for destruction in London, stepping closer to the British territory.

Finally, the British lights shined in everyone's eyes.

"It's Europa (European name)! Europa lights!"

At the bottom of the airship, everyone cheered for the sight in front of them. They left Europe for fifty years after the defeat, and finally returned to this area again today!

Standing in the hall, the major expressed his expectations to the crowd: "We will burn the world with tens of thousands of blood servants, a combat team of more than 1,000 vampires, and nearly a hundred guards. End."

The voice returned to calm, and the major said in an aria-like tone: "Yeah, that's the European light we hoped for in the middle of the city. I brought the monarchs back according to the agreement. Miss the war!"

At this moment, the reputation of the major has reached its peak! Everyone called the titles of majors in unison, just as they faced their leaders fifty years ago!

The major, however, ended the speech with the name of the plan that made them fail: "The sea lion has finally crossed the ocean and is about to land."

"Transfer the command of the captain to the members of the millennium team!"

Seeing the imminent arrival at the destination London, the major spread his hands, as if he had seen the end, squinting his eyes and said, "Masters, let's create hell."

The Zeppelin fleet is about to arrive in the British air defense field, and it is about to be discovered by the British military and then shot down by an artillery. However, at this time, the people arranged by Valenrian started.

For ordinary people, a low-level vampire is enough to cause panic. Under the arrangement of Valenrian, a low-level vampire appeared in every key hub of the United Kingdom to attack, not to cause damage, only to destroy the facilities to cause chaos.

Many unprotected institutions were suddenly paralyzed. At least until the British Puritan resident came to solve these low-level vampires, the British defense system was not useful.

The alarm is in the combat command room, to be precise, it is sounded one after another in the special command headquarters of the security support.

Immediately, many liaison officers reported to Lieutenant Peywood on the current situation.

"General, the government and central intelligence control headquarters has lost contact!"

"Communications of the BTN Social Control Bureau in London have also been interrupted! At present, the civilian communication telephone lines in the capital circle are completely disconnected!"

"The Royal Air Force Base has no contact!"

"Atlantic Fleet Fleet Command communication is interrupted!"

"The intelligence control department of the Ministry of National Defense cannot contact!"

After a large number of lost contact reports ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the most critical information was finally sent over: "General! There are civilian aircraft reported to find the airship fleet in Newfields, South London!"

"airship!?"

Lieutenant General Peywood, who was sitting on the round table, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and questioned unbelievably: "Is it really going to be a war?"

Intullah, who was sitting opposite Lieutenant Peywood, swallowed the fog, slightly helplessly affirming Lieutenant Peywood's words: "Exactly. The war has begun."

At the same time, Intergula gently pinched the red pill in his palm, ready to crush it at any time.

ps: There is something going out in the afternoon. The next two chapters will be later.

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